Monday, March 31, 2008

Apparently I'm an even bigger blognovice than I suspected. My request to list my fledgling blog on blogher.com was rejected today. My blog has not lived for at least 30 days and so ... we do not yet pass muster for elbow-rubbing with all of the blogging Hers on that little parcel of internetland. My rejection was penned by a woman named Joy. Oh the irony.

Thank goodness the internets are vast and accepting of a little tumbleweed such as mine. I'll keep on keepin' on and soon, they won't have Non, je ne regrette rien (wow that's a mouthful, ain't it?) to kick around.

Until then, would someone please feed me a comment or two? All I hear is the whistling wind. (queue spaghetti western music).

random quotes. randomly.

about me.

I'm a somewhat contrary woman who, in March of 2008, decided to leave corporate life behind and pursue a dream. The resulting misadventures are documented here, as I reinvent my life in France. On a side note, I write as I speak ... lots of run-on sentences, misapplied ellipses and unexpectedly plentiful parenthetical pauses. This is unlikely to change.

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une poésie écrite pour moi.

Air Born.

Is on a bridge above the clouds, is air bornIs Marie Marvingt in a biplane, humming Gnome spitting oilShuddering wires, the church spiresBleriot looking up, his felt hat blackAn ant, a speck of coalThey take your bags and scan themYou hire a car, this was the dream and nowYou've simply gone too far to be lost in self doubtThere is only the impending, compelling, spinning propelling howThe distance leaves a wispy trail, the turning of the wheelthe Fata Morgana highway, cloudward on the MillauAnd therefore you must go on, therefore you mustEmbrace every moment, not like hired help checking coatsNot like the mud-locked fisherman staring though unknowing,Envy-filled at a parade of powered boats,But eyes full of sky.